And Too Soon Marred Are Those So

Tongues I'll Hang On Every Tree That Shall Civil Sayings Show. . . .

Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep Anon.

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run, That Our Devices Still Are Overthrown; Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own.

Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind.